My very snazzy, Phillips Wake-Up Light alarm clock was set to go off at 7:55. You would know all about this if you previously read Greg’s “A Piece of Tech to Change Your Life”. Long story short it’s an alarm clock that tries to wake you up naturally with light, as if it were the sun. So my alarm was set for 7:55, I woke up to the light still growing in intensity at about 7:45. I laid in bed for 5 or so minutes, fighting to not fall back asleep, and then popped up to brush my teeth. I made my way to the kitchen, filled my yeti back up with some ice cold water (I’m not much of a coffee drinker) and went to boot up my computer. Boom. Just like that I’m ready to go to work. Slippers: check, water: check, basketball shorts I slept in the night before: check. If you knew anything about the way our office runs, you’d know the only thing out of place on that checklist is the final item. But that’s the whole point of this post, for myself, many other Americans, and millions of people around the globe, this Monday is a heck of a lot different than the Monday we woke up to just three or four weeks ago.
I won’t lie, at the end of the first day working remotely I did think to myself something along the lines of “I could get used to this”. A couple of days after that it was more closely to “well that wasn’t so bad, it actually went by quicker than I thought”. Now I think the phrase that would ring true the most would be “can we go back to some sort of normalcy now?” The good morning group message from a coworker still starts off the day, as it did before, but now the conversation carries on exclusively in that group chat. I type to my coworkers throughout the day, still often times making jokes. Yet they lay a little flat with a “lol” or a “haha” in response; not as satisfying as the real deal. Megan I’m sure is still rolling her eyes at our “Dad-level jokes” but it’s still not the same, still not normal.
During these self-isolating, working remotely, afraid-to-go-to-the-grocery-store-because-there-isn’t-going-to-be-any-toilet-paper-anyway-and-there-are-a-lot-of-people-who-could-cough-on-me times, I find myself forgetting about what is going on. After an hour of doing something that truly has my focus, I then snap back into reality and go “oh that was cool, I forgot about the global health pandemic”. I really think that’s what everyone needs during a time like this. We are all longing to return to normal. A couple of moments, minutes, or hours of normality (if we’re lucky) really can go a long way. I’m not sure how long this is going to last, some say weeks, some say months; by that time, this may be the new normal.
It’s still Monday. Still the first day of the work week, but I hate this Monday so much more than my old Mondays. I wish Mondays would go back to where I hated them just because they made me get up early. Back to when they were the reason I left my house for the first time in two days, not just another reminder that I can’t even leave to go to work anymore. Go back to when I debated if Mondays or Tuesdays actually felt longer, now they just blur together like every other day. Go back to normal, Mondays.